Unless, perhaps, it is a baby wrapped in a brand new flower petal towel that came in the mail by surprise. I ordered it from Pottery Barn Kids last fall and it finally shipped. I had forgotten all about it. So surprises are pretty sweet too. Surprises, and babies fresh from the tub.
And baby feet. Those too. Clean, wrinkly, baby toes. Fresh from the tub, and smelling like lavender. I could eat them.
Tiny clean toes that go running swiftly through the house looking for a Daddy. Flower petal towel flowing behind like a little super hero cape, and a bare tushy peeking out from underneath. There's nothing sweeter.